Tear Flower
Chapter 22's
This is the story of a woman fighting for the good in her. Pain, pain, pain, and injury have been through for six years.
Traveling does not easily contain endless tears. Go be the last choice to set your heart and come back to life.
It is not easy to forget the past, especially so strong gaping wounds obtained from beloved men. Marriage is just a status without love on both sides, just clapping one hand and fighting alone.
Pain, pain, and pain had become his meal every day at that time. Lies and lies dance so beautifully laughing at her unfortunate fate.
Amidst the classical music that some musicians played, Ayana developed a smile. Achievements so far have proven if he is able to stand on his own feet.
One in six, it's not easy to bounce back from a painful event. A lot of pain goes through to make life better and try to forget the past.
However, from that he learned to be patient and resigned to the provisions of Allah alone. He had been devastated, depressed, even now the trauma whack.
You can't trust anyone else without hard evidence. He did not want to be injured a second time for the failure he had passed.
Nor does he blame anyone. Because he realized that the destiny he had condemned was a path that must be passed from God.
"God does not burden a person except according to his ability." (Q.L. Al-Baqarah: 286)
Ayana believed that God tested her with deep wounds, because only she could. He accepts everything that has happened and believes there is good behind it.
Now he receives the extraordinary surprise that God brought after the pain. He could be a painter with his work so amazing.
He is highly valued, held in high esteem by those he never accepted. At the grand event he again received an award and recognition.
"Thank you God for the achievements you have given me" Ayanah smiled sweetly.
Its existence is getting sniffed up to make a man fixated. Zidan Ashraf, the talented handsome pianist, continued to stare blankly after Ayana received the award.
Her milk chocolate bead never escaped the black-hijabed woman not far from sight. Suddenly his heart was racing, making him stiff.
The incident a year and a half ago buzzed causing old wounds to open. He clutched his chest firmly with his breath up and down.
Cold sweat sprang up until his soft black-blossomed head shook its head several times. He tries to control himself not to look weak.
"Wa-women .. Why does she look so much like Ayana? Is it possible that she really is Ayana? That's impossible, he .. he died a year ago. I myself saw how the corpse went into the burrow. What the hell is going on?" He continued muttering inviting attention of some people around.
Witnessing Zidan's state like that, Haikal rushed over. He patted his shoulder slowly making the owner look up.
Their gazes met, Haikal was flabbergasted to see the glare of my weak eyes before him. As a psychologist who had been with him he realized something, namely Zidan's depression back.
"Are you okay?" tanyanya's worried.
Zidan looked down deeply and then linked his fingers firmly. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
A few minutes his lips were tightly closed, Haikal who was standing behind looked around. His premonition said something interesting Zidan's depression appeared.
Until his gaze stopped on the hijab-wearing woman on the stage. The painter who just got the award earlier made him smile.
"So, that woman?" his mind.
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The event was over five minutes ago, Ayana is currently walking out of the building. The confident step of developing his aura is very strong.
The people who passed by her greeted each other, Ayanas kindly nodded her head and smiled widely.
There was neither a look of surprise, nor astonishment in him. Ayana developed a friendly smile then looked at the burly hand that was gripping her firmly.
"Can you let me go? I can't get in touch with other people" he said with a faint smile.
"Ah, I'm sorry." The sound again greeted the sense of hearing. The man before him rushed off his grip.
It had been a year and a half since he had tried to forget the voice that gave him the spicy words and unexpectedly now greeted him again.
Warm eyes stared at him tightly. In silence Ayana pulled the corner of her lips watching as there was a wound there.
"It's okay. Do you have a need with me?" ayana asked looking at the two men before her.
"We're sorry we stopped you. I'm Haikal and he's this-"
"I know, he's a famous pianist that belongs to our country, right? Em, Zidan Ashraf, right? Your game was great." Ayana again developed a smile praising him.
Zidan was flabbergasted, his heart throbbing again. Like seeing the figure of the wife right in front of his eyes, he wanted to embrace and give words of forgiveness to her.
"W-Why?" call him unconscious.
Ayana frowned at a glance and folded her hands in front of her chest. "Wanna? Who's that?" he asked to look at them again.
"You're Ayana, right?" Zidan kept saying the same name.
Ayana pretended to be astonished at what Zidan had just said. "Wanna? I'm Ghazella."
"No! You really are Ayana. Why are you pretending to be someone else?" Zidan insisted that the woman in front of him was Ayana.
Ayana's clear eyeballs rolled around looking at Haikal demanding an explanation. He took two steps back as Zidan tried to reach him.
Looking at the young master, Haikal clutched his arm firmly. "We're sorry, Mr. Zidan is a little unwell. Let's get out of here .. nice to meet you Miss Ghazella."
Haikal pushed Zidan away with various wrinkles in his head. He continued to believe that the woman was Ayana, his wife.
"Yes I am Ayana .. Even my last name you don't know? It seems like during this one year a lot happened," Ayana muttered looking at the departure of the two men.
Not long after, someone's footsteps came closer. Ayana turned to the side to find the man who had been helping her was looking at her deeply.
"What are you doing here?" tanyanya direct.
"Mas Danieal? I just met an old friend" Ayana replied and then looked back to the front.
Danieal followed his gaze, briefly seeing the silhouettes of the two people who disappeared at the turn. He again noticed Ayana who continued to smile meaningfully.
"Looks like your old friend was-"
"I don't want to talk about it." Ayana also stepped foot followed by Danieal.
Without them noticing a pair of eyes watching him from earlier. He appeared behind the wall to see Ayana who had entered the four-wheeled vehicle.
His two manics were perfectly rounded, he clenched both hands tightly watching what had just happened.
"Mba-Maka Ayana?" gibran's nervousness from the beginning had already noticed Ayana.